The heavens opened and the rains fell, filling the sky with fire and death.
Within days, I was deep underground. Anyone with any sense did the same. The surface was their territory now.
I’ll never forget the first one I saw. Towering over the city, crushing buildings like twigs. Every footstep an earthquake, each breath a tornado. Little wonder the civilians have taken to calling them Gods.
I wish I knew more about them. The Scrolls speak of their arrival but not of their intentions, of what happens next. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
We can’t stay down here forever.
Dad forces the gun into my reluctant hand. “I’m tired, son.”
He places his warm hand on my shoulder. “I need help. I can’t keep doing it alone.”
I stare down at the weapon, attempt to drown out their groans with thoughts of how things were before. Ten years old is too young for this.
“Point and shoot, just like I showed you.”
I’m not ready. Not for this.
“Remember, they ain’t people. Not any more.”
I raise the gun and take a long, deep breath.
“It’s not her.”
If I pull this trigger I’ll never see mum again.
The knife flies past before her body can even muster a flinch. The figure is faceless no more; splattered green blood illuminates the deformed features of an Olifat. Mischievous imitators.
“Lucky.” A recognisably cocky voice reaches out from the casino’s shadows behind her.
She watches as a tall man with long, blackened hair strides confidently into the vault.
“Pass me that, would you.”
She reaches down and rips the knife from the Olifat’s neck.
“How the hell did you…” Her eyes tighten, puzzlement etches across her face.
He slides the knife away and throws her a knowing glare. “Mum…and she’s pissed.”
The following story was originally written for Lily Childs’ Friday Prediction. I’m very happy to say that, somehow or another, it won. Yay!
Anyway, here it is:
The nameless woman sweeps her way across the floor. Charred echoes of the old world litter her path. Chips, dice, cards: all are trampled or brushed aside. She moves quickly, a silent shadow amongst the ash. The penalty for being caught does not bear thinking about.
Slipping through the pre-war machines, she soon reaches her destination. A faceless figure crouches upon his workstation.
“They can never be allowed to find me.” Her words echo around the steel vault.
“Aye. But ’tis a shame to mangle…such a vision.”
An overburdened coin purse lands at his feet.
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